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Shit!

Well, that sucked royally.

Okay, you can stop now.

So, that wasn't the worst idea
in the world.

See?

Not the
"lying to Jeff" part.

Well,
it's not exactly lying.

I mean,
technically,

you still did
spend the weekend with him.

I feel so guilty
telling my son

that my flight to Atlanta
left this morning

so I could spend a few hours
alone with you.

No. No, no, no.
I get it. I do.

I mean, how long have we been
trying to figure this out,

and now
that we finally can...

You're in Atlanta?

Hey, at least now, while we're
trying to figure it out,

we're trying to
figure it out together...

Wearing as little as possible.

Jim?

Jim?

- Hey, Jeff.
- Hey.

Uh, I knocked, but I guess you didn't hear.
I used the keys you gave me.

Right. No, no, no.
I was just, uh... I was just...

I was getting ready.
So, uh... for work.

Uh, so, what's up?
What's going on?

- E-everything okay?
- Uh, yeah.

Mom had an 8:00 flight
back to Atlanta

and forgot to give me the
75 bucks I need for soccer camp.

So, uh, think you could
lend me some money?

- 75 bucks.
- Yeah.

Yeah, sure.
Uh, it's in my wallet...

Which is in the kitchen,
which is this way.

Oh, aren't you
gonna be late?

No. Senior assembly, and my first
class doesn't start until 11:00.

Huh. Um...

- $75.
- Thanks.

I can't believe mom forgot
the money. She knew it was due.

Well, you know,
she's got a lot on her plate.

Look,
if I'd forgotten the money,

she'd have been
all over me.

Anyway,
t-there's kind of,

um... there's something
I need to talk to you about,

but my mom can't ever
find out about this, okay?

I-it's not really
the kind of thing

a guy shares
with his mom.

Oh. It's one of those.
Yeah.

Well, uh, why don't
I give you a lift to school?

You can tell me
all about it.

No, no. That's good.
I mean, I'm riding in with Kyle.

Right.

You know my friend
Tina Honeycutt?

- Tina?
- Honeycutt.

Blonde?
Really, really cute.

A junior.
Oh. Junior.

That's older.
Yeah, well, um...

I don't know.
We sort of did it.

- What? Wait... you... you...
- S-sort of, okay?

- Almost.
- How "almost"?

- Second base.
- Oh. Okay.

Okay, that's not so...
No, no, no, I mean...

I mean, she was totally
giving me the signal

to steal third,
but I-I couldn't.

I mean, I could.
I could have, okay?

- Oh, yeah.
- Yeah.

I don't know.
It just didn't feel right.

And she was totally cool
with that, so...

Oh! Okay!

Well, that's good
that she was cool with that.

Good call.

- Well, I... I, uh... I better go.
- All right.

You know,
Kyle's waiting.

- Thanks for the soda.
- Yeah.

And this stays
between us.

Hey, your mom
won't hear it from me.

Cool, man. Later.

Yeah, later.

Are you serious?

Wait, wait, no.
Jeff, Jeff, Jeff!

Hey,
it's not what you...

Man, I have been
looking for this all week.

Your, uh,
controller.

I forgot
I lent it to you.

All right,
well, later.

Yeah. Later.

Yep.
She's naked, all right.

The 911 call
came in this morning.

A canoer found the body
after his morning paddle.

Female, late 20s,
trauma to the head.

No clothes,
no I.D., no nothing.

I'm thinking we may have
a sexual predator on our hands.

You may want to rethink that,
compadre.

Rethink what?

You've barely even seen the
body, much less examined it.

I'm seeing a lot
of bodies, actually.

Lay, dios mio!

- Huh. Look.
- No, no, no, no, no.

- Just look.
- No, no, no, no.

- Would you just look?
- No!

Just look!

Nudist colony.
Great.

I think we may have
overdressed for this one.

The Glades 03x04
The Naked Truth
June 24, 2012

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The canoer said
there wasn't anyone else around

when he found the body,

just a few people
further up the shore.

Swann lake is one of the state's
oldest nude beaches.

According to him,
this isn't just a nude beach.

Swann lake is
a fully incorporated

master-planned
community.

Just with naked people.

"Naturists," I believe
they like to be called.

And Florida may have
one of the largest populations

of clothing-optional communities
in the country,

but most people prefer

that everybody just keep
their damn clothes on.

Yeah.
Some more than others.

Yeah, well...

Keep your eyes open...

...And me posted.

Nudists, no less.

Are you sure you don't want me to clear
out one of the offices upstairs?

You'd have
a lot more privacy.

No, I don't want privacy. I want to
be right here in the heart of things.

Well, you'll definitely
have a front-row seat from here.

Your substation
has the highest rate of arrest

in the entire state,
Colleen.

Two years in a row,
you've outperformed

substations
five times larger.

I want to
observe your operation,

conduct interviews,
evaluate prior case studies,

see how you
conduct an investigation.

Well,
I haven't done this alone.

But anything you need...
My files are your files.

Okay, agent.

We actually have a lot of
quality people working here.

I can't
take full credit.

You can
as far as I'm concerned.

You put this unit together,
Colleen.

Now it's my job
to see how it works.

The victim suffered
a pretty nasty blow to the head.

I'm gonna have to
get her on the table

to confirm
cause of death.

So if you're done here,
I'll, uh, take her back.

The techs
can take the body.

I'm gonna need you
to come with me.

- Where?
- Where do you think?

- No, no, no, no, no.
- Why not?

Marisol will kill me.

It's not like we're
going to a strip club.

- This is work.
- It doesn't matter.

I vowed
to love and honor.

It's not cheating
if you're only looking.

Yeah,
tell Marisol that.

Tennis,
volleyball, naked golf?

Ooh, just the sound
of that hurts.

Oh, come on, Carlos.

Naked could be
very liberating... you know,

in that "way God intended life"
kind of way.

Lucky for us,
sin prevailed.

Board of directors,
H.O.A. fees, security...

It's just like any other
master-planned community,

except here...

Can I help you?

Hi. Yeah. You can
if you recognize this woman.

Oh, my God. That's Maggie...
Maggie Garret.

She's a resident here.

- And you are?
- I'm Leslie Vonn.

I'm on the Board of Directors
for Swann Lake.

How long
had you known Maggie?

Uh, about two years since
she applied for membership.

Well, we found her this morning
down by the lake.

Uh, did she
go there often?

Our whole community
enjoys that lake.

We share it with our neighboring
textiled communities.

Textiled communities.

Well,
do you know of anyone,

textiled or not,
that might want her dead?

No, not a soul.

Maggie was one of the most
well-liked residents here.

Anyone
with a violent past?

No, we are very careful
about who we admit.

Our lifestyle-based community
has the potential

to attract
an unsavory element,

so anyone who
applies for residency

has to submit to a
comprehensive background check.

Of course,
when we leave the property,

we comply with
our state's decency laws.

And no one is accepted
that we don't trust completely.

- So you trust everyone here completely?
- Yes.

I've lived in Swann Lake
my whole life,

and I can't think
of one incidence of violence

taking place.

And did Maggie have a husband
or boyfriend?

No, she lived alone.

I don't know about any
other romantic relationships.

Well, uh, when was the last time
you saw Maggie, Leslie?

Yesterday.

She was having lunch
in the clubhouse with Phil.

- Who's Phil?
- Uh, Phil Levine.

He's another member
of the colony.

- I can get you his address.
- Yeah.

You're on your own
with Phil.

Uh, you're medical examiner,
Carlos.

You see naked bodies
every day.

Dead ones, okay?

They're totally different
when they're alive

and can still
move all their...

Parts.

You do the yard work
naked?

Aren't you worried about,
you know, cuts?

I got my boots on.
Something I can help you with?

- You Phil Levine?
- Yeah.

I wanted to ask you
a few questions

- about Maggie Garret.
- What about Maggie?

Well, she was found murdered
down by the lake this morning.

Murdered?!

Someone told me that, uh, you
had lunch with her yesterday.

Yeah,
we had lunch around noon.

Then she said she was going
to the lake to get some sun.

"Some sun."
Seems a little redundant.

Did you go with her?

I had work to do.

I got to get this brush cleared
before our dry season.

So did Maggie go down to the beach
alone after you guys had lunch?

Yeah, I guess so.

Well, then,
that would make you

the last person to see her
before she was found murdered.

You didn't do it,
did you?

No, I didn't.

And for your information,
Maggie was one of the sweetest,

kindest, most open persons
I've ever met.

Everybody loved her.

- Did you?
- Yeah.

Not in the way
that you mean.

She approached me about applying
as a community member,

and I helped her
navigate the housing board.

It can be difficult
for an outsider.

- So I've heard.
- Yeah, everybody liked her so much

she sailed through
the selection committee.

Even asked her to help out with
a land dispute we're having.

She worked as a loan officer
in a bank and has an MBA.

She's real smart
about that sort of thing.

What sort
of land dispute?

A condo development
wants to break ground

on some land
next to ours.

Maggie would meet with them
on our behalf.

Poor thing got pulled
every which way

between the different opinions
of the colony.

What sort of opinions
were those?

Some people wanted to sell off
a few acres of land,

some didn't.

The board
had the final vote,

and they were split
right down the middle about it.

And which side were you on?
I hadn't made up my mind.

But I can tell you
one thing...

Some of the arguments
may have gotten a little heated,

but I don't know anyone
who took it seriously enough

to kill over.

Yeah, well,
generally speaking,

when it comes to money,
I stop being surprised

at what people find
serious enough to kill over.

Okay.

You left your notes
for your patients at my house?

I know. I know.
I'm an idiot.

But if you recall,
I was a little naked,

and, uh, in a hurry
when I left.

I do seem to recall that,
yes.

I think my neighbor might
never be the same.

Seriously, Miranda is going to
crucify me when she finds out.

This is the last thing I want
for her to have against me.

Well, then we'll make sure
she doesn't find out.

I'll go home,
find them, call you...

And read them off to you.

- Seriously, you'd do that?
- Of course.

Thank you, thank you, thank you!
You're the best.

All right,
I'll call you later?

Thanks.

Find anything?

A transit card
for public transportation.

Most people buy one card

and just keep adding
to the balance as they need it.

Find out
which mass-transit system,

when and where
it was last used.

You got it.

Oh, bug spray.

I can see how
that might come in handy

in a place like this.

Actually,
the idea behind nudist colonies

is quite fascinating.

They believe that the concept
of a perfect body is a myth...

That the stress
caused by the unrealistic

expectations of society
are psychologically damaging.

It's not about looking
at other people's bodies.

It's about appreciating
the human form

in all sizes, shapes, ages,
and color... nonsexually.

Oh. How very holistic.

But even people
most in touch with themselves

give in to human emotion...
Like murder... and fighting.

"Sorry about the fight."
No name.

Find out
who sent these.

How was Phil?

Naked.
How's my time of death?

Yesterday between 2:00
and 4:00 P.M.

And cause of death
is confirmed

as blunt-force trauma
to the head.

I was able to pull trace amounts
of residue from the wound.

It's some sort
of polymer

based on
the chemical composition.

I'm running more tests
for specificity.

- Could be a link to the murder weapon.
- Also, it wasn't a lot,

but there was alcohol
in her system.

Maybe it made her a bit woozy
lying out in the sun.

Didn't hear
her killer approaching.

She may not have
heard her killer approaching,

but she fought back
once he attacked.

I found trace skin tissue
under her fingernails.

That means
we're gonna need DNA swabs

from all the residents
of the colony.

And by "we," I mean you.

Me? No, no, no.

I've done enough naked people
for one day.

And since our forensic nurse
is in Atlanta,

it sounds like a job
for...

- Daniel.
- Daniel.

What sounds like a job
for Daniel?

Trust me.
You'll love it.

So,
our victim was involved

in a heated board dispute
over a condo development

and fought with someone at least
twice that we know of...

Once with the killer
down by the lake,

and another big enough to
warrant flowers and an apology.

- Daniel?
- Right.

I just got off the phone
with the florist

who sent those flowers.

And?

And they were sent
three days ago by the head of

the colony's selection committee/Swann
Lake's community board president.

Leslie Vonn.

It wasn't a fight.
It was more like a disagreement.

Well, why don't you tell me
what kind of disagreement

warrants a bouquet of flowers
and an apology note?

Maggie was acting
as the negotiator

between the colony
and Donald Glandon...

The developer who wanted
to buy 30 acres of land

and build condos
next door.

And let me guess...
You're on the side

- that didn't want to sell the land.
- I don't.

Our colony is about freedom
and feeling safe.

And that feeling
would be gone

if a 20-story
condominium complex

could peak
into our backyards.

And when Maggie
didn't come around

to your way of thinking,
you got angry.

It's true.
I got upset.

But she didn't
have a vote.

And she wasn't
taking sides.

She was completely fair
and acting in good faith.

But with half of the board
in favor of selling,

acting in good faith
meant that you might lose.

I mean,
you couldn't have a newcomer

risking your whole
way of life,

so you needed her
out of the way.

The members of the board
who were on the fence

were only
thinking about the money.

Maggie believed that
she could come to a compromise

where both sides
would be satisfied.

I admit I got more upset
with her than I should have.

So I sent her flowers
to apologize.

I'm very passionate
about my community.

Passionate enough
to kill?

I-I had nothing to do
with her murder!

Can I go now?
I'm late for an aerobics class.

So you two made up...
Well, according to you...

But what you were arguing about
hasn't been resolved.

Where do you stand now
on the deal?

We decided to end the talks
with Mr. Glandon.

We felt that it was
in the best interests

of all parties.

Unless
you're Donald Glandon.

How did he feel
about killing the deal?

I doubt he felt very good
about it at all.

But you'll have to
ask him.

Maybe I will.

Maggie's dead?

God, that's awful.

Yeah, pretty sure that wasn't
what she had in mind, either.

We found her bludgeoned
down by the lake.

I hear she was helping you
negotiate some kind of land deal

with the colony?

With those nut jobs?
Yeah.

Negotiating's
one word for it.

Another wouldn't be "murder,"
would it?

- Uh, do you mind?
- Mind? No. Not at all.

It's signed
by Bobby Amore.

I'm guessing it was
worth something

before you
snapped it in half.

Is this the
condo-development deal

that you have planned
for Swann Lake?

Yeah.

250 acres
of prime lakefront property.

Wow.

Now,
I'm no architect,

but this seems like
enough land for all that.

What do you need their
measly 30 acres for?

A sewage system.

I can't break ground
until I build a pipeline

that taps
into the county sewer.

That track of land right there
is my only access

from my property
to the sewer line.

Without that, you're dead
in the water... so to speak.

How much
are you in for?

My opening offer
was $1 million.

And how high
did that go

before Maggie
cut off the negotiations?

$5 million.

$5 million?

She still couldn't
drum up enough support

to put that
to the vote?

Or maybe she did

and she was just
dragging it out or killed it.

So you killed her?

That's ridiculous.

Maggie was
a tough-as-nails negotiator,

and I respected that.

Before she came
into the picture,

I was dealing
with a bunch of naked crazies.

She and I were able to do
some actual business.

Well, until you weren't,
that is.

So tell me...
Assuming one day

that you get to
build this monstrosity,

how much
is in it for you?

If we sell out
all phases,

I'm looking at a net profit
of about $500 million.

Half a billion dollars?

No, that's certainly
not a motive for murder.

So negotiations
stop moving forward...

Kill the negotiator.

Trust me, detective,
this deal will still happen.

Even if Maggie and I
weren't able to come to terms,

she told me enough
about the colony

that I know I had
half the board ready to sell.

It's just a matter of finding the
right person at the right price.

Everyone
has their price, huh?

That's always
been my experience.

Yeah, well, in mine,

someone standing between you
and half a billion dollars

is a damn good reason
to bash someone's head in.

You can get that.

I'll let myself out.

Yeah. No.

Okay.

So, Daniel,
how long have you been

a paid intern
here at Palm Glade?

Going on
two years now.

Yeah, Detective Longworth
contacted me

at the herpetology department
at Tampa tech

for help on a case,
then he asked me to stay on.

Interesting.
And how has it been for you?

You kidding?
It's been amazing!

Until I met
Detective Longworth,

I had no idea police work
could be so fascinating.

Really?
Why is that?

I just think it's kind of
the way he does things.

They can be pretty
unconventional.

Huh. Interesting.

But not too unconventional.

More like conventional

in a slightly
unconventional way.

- Thinking outside the box.
- Definitely outside the box.

But not too
outside the box.

Kind of like the way

you worked your first case
with him...

When you
shot a caiman?

Um, a caiman?

They're endangered,
you know.

Yes, ma'am, I do know that,
a-and I told him.

I did,
but I-it's just...

I might have told him
after the gun went off.

I-I-I mean, I love animals
more than most people.

I mean, I prefer animals
over most people,

but not all people. Just... just
anyone who would hurt a caiman.

Oh, God.
I think I'm gonna be sick.

Daniel. It's okay.

It is?

You found the jawbone
to the victim,

which led police
to find her killer.

We did?

I mean, we did.

And while I can't condone

killing an endangered
animal... nicely done.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Yeah.
All right, then.

Yeah.

Daniel's in
with the bureau chief.

I'll have someone
mop him up off the floor

when they're done
and call you back.

The bureau chief?

I asked him to run
those DNA swabs

for a match
to the skin tissue

we found
under Maggie's fingernails.

Your friend isn't gonna
harass all my assets, is she?

Oh, your assets?

- Well, you know, ours.
- Uh-huh.

You know,
and Jennifer's not harassing.

She's evaluating how
and what we do around here

that's led to our success.

Huh.

Well, then she's gonna
want to talk to...

Yeah. I'll have Daniel
call you back.

Nice spread.

Yeah, the community
does a potluck lunch

every Tuesday
and Thursday.

Grab yourself a tray.

Oh. That's nice.

You know, I'm good.

Uh, how well did you know
Donald Glandon?

That developer guy?

- Yeah.
- Not at all.

- Just what I read or saw on TV.
- Really?

So you had no personal contact
with him whatsoever.

The board
felt that Maggie,

in her role
as official negotiator,

should be the only person

who had any personal contact
with him.

Oh. Well, that's certainly
very nice and official.

Uh, you were
on the pro-development side,

weren't you?

That's not a secret.

It's a small enough
piece of land.

We don't even use it.

I didn't see the harm
in selling off a few acres.

We... we have infrastructure
needs of our own...

A new access road,
A.C. for the clubhouse.

Money from the sale

would help
keep our H.O.A. fees down.

Well, that must have been
music to Donald Glandon's ears.

You ever sing him
that tune?

I already told you.

I never had
any contact with him.

Because if you did,
not only would that be

a direct violation
of the board's

no-contact rule,
but some people around here

might get the idea that
you were selling them out...

Like, say, at the V.I.P. lounge
at a hockey game?

I mean,
that is you, right?

Sandwiched in between
Donald Glandon and Bobby Amore

in Glandon's
luxury skybox?

Oh, God, no.

Really?

Put these on.

So, I guess you know
what I'm gonna ask you first.

Why the hell
did you run?

I don't know.
I panicked.

We don't get a lot of contact
with the law inside the colony.

You don't need contact
with law enforcement to know

that if I'm looking at you for murder
and I've got you dead to rights,

running's
a pretty good option.

We found DNA
under Maggie's fingernails.

It's yours, Phil.

Oh, and, uh, when we find DNA
under a victim's fingernails,

it's nearly
always the killer's.

I told you
I didn't kill Maggie.

Maybe it got there
when she scratched my back.

Scratched your back,
Phil?

I had some bug bites on my back
I couldn't reach.

I asked her to help me.

With all this skin on display,
we're a feast for mosquitos.

Okay, but it could also be
because of a fight,

as in a fight
between lovers?

Thank you.
We found this at your house.

It looks to me
like you were proposing.

It also looks like
it didn't go very well, huh?

There's, uh,
all these shards of glass.

Hmm.
Smells like champagne.

A champagne bottle would be
the perfect murder weapon

for a crime of passion,
now, wouldn't it?

Okay, fine. Yes.
I was in love with Maggie.

But the bottle wasn't broken
because I killed Maggie with it.

I put it in the freezer
to chill, and it exploded.

I never got a chance
to propose.

Maggie had alcohol in her system
when she was killed.

Sure it wasn't the champagne? She
had a couple of beers at lunch.

Or maybe you were
using that love

to seduce her into
doing your bidding,

like encouraging the board
to vote in your favor...

Playing Donald for cash,
tickets to the panthers.

All the while,

you're churning that bid
up and up and up

from $1 million
to $5 million,

which as chief architect
of that round number,

you could control,

as long as Maggie
was out of the picture.

You're wrong.
I didn't care about the money.

I cared about Maggie.

I almost forgot.

The smoking gun...
Or, should I say, wine sleeve...

We were able to
extract this residue

out of the wound
that killed Maggie.

It's a polymer.

Like the kind
used to make this wine sleeve.

Yeah.

Seriously, the administration
that was in place

before Director Manus
came in to shake things up

was a nightmare.

Really?

They couldn't find their ass
with two hands and a map.

Wow, that must have been
so frustrating for you.

I mean,
Chief Medical Examiner...

You could have had your pick
of regional offices.

True, and I do pride myself
in my work.

But my family
has roots here,

so I've tried
to make the best of things.

Well, those things
certainly have improved.

Well, Manus has done a hell
of a job

putting the team together
and getting us back in the game.

So, in your estimation,

what exactly would you
attribute her success to?

Mm.

Well, I hate to give the guy
so much credit,

but I'd have to say

it's when she brought in
Detective Longworth.

- Really?!
- Don't get me wrong.

I mean, as soon as he starts
in with his shenanigans

and starts calling audibles,

I want to, like,
blow my brains out.

But pain in the ass
or not,

he does
get the job done.

Yes, I see that.

One, two, three murders
committed by two of our own

and solved
by Detective Longworth.

Um...

Mike Ogletree...

Detective Longworth's
former partner.

You were here
during his tenure?

I was.

And a medical examiner
from Delray Beach...

Dr. Sylvia Perez?

Yeah, she was sort of
one of my former students.

Prot�g�, actually.

Hmm. That's what it
says here in the file.

Committed double homicide
while under your review.

Yeah, it was during
my daughter's Quincea�era,

and I may have been
a little distracted.

Well,
kids can be distracting.

- Oh. You have kids?
- No. No.

Right.

Anyway, fortunately,

the detective
who doesn't have kids

was able to figure out
what was going on and...

arrest Dr. Perez.

Wow, arresting your prot�g�...

He really is
a pain in the ass.

"Allboomeen, global."

"Salping...
Er... erectomy."

Wait, what?
No, that can't be right.

"Salping...
O... rectomy."

Jim,
this is important.

If I mess this up,
I could kill someone.

I know. I'm doing the best I can
with your handwriting.

On the bright side,
you already write like a doctor.

Which would be funny
if I wasn't so dead.

- Better you than your patients, huh?
- Again, not funny.

Right. Sorry.
Look, um, you know what?

It'll be fine.
I'll fax it to you.

Yes! No,
that is a great idea.

Thank you so much.
Bye!

Okay, this just came
from our victim

Maggie Garret's
job at the bank.

Turns out that she was
keeping files

on the colony's
board members.

What, like,
loan applications or dirt?

Dirt, mostly.
Small-time stuff.

Nothing you couldn't
get off the Internet

in a few minutes.

But why was she keeping files
on the board members?

Extortion, maybe, or pressure
to vote a certain way?

Better question
would be

if Maggie was keeping files
on everyone,

why isn't there a file
on Leslie Vonn?

Detective?

I just got another hit
on the DNA swabs

we ran through
the criminal database.

As in one of our suspects
has a criminal record?

Let me guess...
Leslie Vonn.

Turns out she has
a prior drug conviction.

She was arrested in
Coconut Grove when she was 19.

Which I'm guessing
is why her file is missing.

Here's my problem
with the naked human form...

It's either arousing
or alarming.

Either way,
who needs the aggravation?

Well, then you're obviously not
as evolved as the rest of us.

The rest of us?
You barely walk upright.

Not true. After spending
a bit of time here,

I can see how naturism
can be quite freeing.

Freeing?

Let me tell you something,
amigo.

There's a reason
some of nature's lesser works

are hidden
behind clothes...

To keep us
from changing our minds

long enough to
turn off the lights

to propagate the species.

Propagate the species, Carlos?

Wow, I had no idea
you were such a romantic.

Uh, speaking of which,

how did your talk
with Jennifer go?

Ugh. You mean
Bureau Chief Starke?

Ooh. "Bureau Chief."

Wait, I thought
everyone liked her.

Oh, yeah, she's lovely,
all right.

Right up to the point
where she turns on you.

What...
What do you mean?

Well,
at first she's Jennifer...

All sweet and friendly.

Then she started
going through our cases.

And she turned into
Bureau Chief Starke real fast.

Not sure what she's after,
but it can't be good.

Look, I'm sure what she's after
is what Manus says she's after.

She's here to see how and why
our substation's doing so well.

Based on my interview,

it's more like
why you're doing so well

at the expense
of everybody else.

- Ooh.
- Oh.

Detective.

Is there something
I can help you with?

Well, for starters,
you can tell me

why you neglected to mention
that you were arrested

in Coconut Grove
for drug possession.

Well, obviously that's
something I'm not proud of.

But it's more than that,
isn't it?

A conviction like that could get
you kicked out of Swann Lake.

You could lose your membership,
your vote.

And with Maggie
keeping tabs on all of you,

I'm guessing that you found out
that she knew about your arrest,

and you had to
silence her.

Those are neoprene,
right?

The dumbbells... neoprene?
Carlos.

Hold the bag open,
please.

And, since you're
already clothed,

I don't need to ask you
to get dressed.

How's it going?

Detective Longworth.

Sorry, I was just...
Working out some kinks.

Yeah. Hear you've been
hard at it.

And it's Jim.

Well, Jim,
it's been going great.

I'm just really getting
a sense of the culture

and how the wheels turn
around here.

Everybody's
being very nice.

Yeah, I can't imagine
anyone not being nice to you.

Well, you'd be surprised.

Uh... I have to...

- Go?
- Yeah.

I have an interview waiting,
so...

Great.

Okay.

Good luck.

So, we'll, uh...
We'll talk... later?

You can count on it.

You're wrong,
detective.

I mean, I admit
I made a stupid mistake.

Which...
Your drug conviction

when you were 19
or killing Maggie

when she found out
and threatened to expose you?

But I didn't
kill Maggie!

The rules of the colony
are clear, Leslie...

No criminal records.

You'd get kicked out of
Swann Lake if anyone found out.

Look,
I was just a kid.

It was the first time
I had left the colony,

and I got mixed up
with the wrong crowd.

My parents decided
to cover it up

so I could
come home again.

It's not like I was
a threat to anyone.

You were obviously
a threat to Maggie,

otherwise why would she
keep a file on you?

Which, by the way,
is missing now that she's dead.

It's not missing
because she's dead.

It's missing
because I have it.

Look, Maggie did find out
about my conviction,

but she wasn't
going to expose me.

The flowers I sent...
You know, about the fight?

I told you it was over
the condo deal, but it wasn't.

Maggie came to me
with my file,

and I assumed she was
going to expose me,

like you said,
but she wasn't.

She gave it to me
instead.

Why would she do that?

I mean, she could have had you
kicked off the board,

the condo deal
would go through.

She had a royal flush,
and she just folded?

Because she understood
why I had lied.

She had grown to love the colony
as much as I did.

She said she understood

how much people really
cared about her

when her grandmother passed away
and the entire community

reached out
and sent flowers.

So that's it...

Just send her flowers,
and she'll keep your secrets.

Having people around
who care about you

is a rare thing,
detective.

It's not something
you come across every day.

Neither is $5 million. She
didn't care about the money!

She didn't want the deal
to go through anymore

when she realized that it would
compromise our way of life.

She had
a change of heart,

and she could no longer
be impartial.

Whoever killed her didn't like
that change of heart.

Whoever killed her was worried
she couldn't be trusted

to keep her secrets.

But I trusted her.

Yeah, well,
the dumbbell will tell the tale.

Look, Phil might not be
the sharpest tool in the shed,

but he's no dumbbell.

No, no,
I mean the dumbbell...

The five-pound neoprene weight
that we found in your gym bag.

The one that you used
to kill Maggie Garret.

I got back the results
for the neoprene test.

Phil's wine sleeve
wasn't a match

to Maggie's wound.

And the dumbbell?

Mnh-mnh.
Not a match, either.

Well, that doesn't mean
one of them didn't kill her

with something else.

I also went through
the history of activity

on Maggie Garret's
bank accounts.

I noticed lump sums
were being deposited

into her account
at Community Trust and Loan

on a regular basis.

- Paychecks?
- I thought the same thing,

but they're too large...
10 grand a month.

And they were
deposited in-house.

I contacted legal
for more information.

They told me their parent bank,

Community Federal Trust,
had deposited the sums.

Parent bank?

I guess you know
what I'm gonna ask you next.

Yeah, the bank Maggie Garret
worked at was a subsidiary

of one of Don Glandon's
financial holdings.

There was no
immediate connection,

so it took me a while
to find it.

Speaking of finding things,

the transit card
that you guys found

at the victim's home...

It was used for the
New York City transit authority.

It was last swiped
at a subway station

on 54th and Broadway.

Well, all right,
I'm gonna go out on a limb...

and guess that 54th and Broadway
is the location

of Donald Glandon's
corporate offices.

Which also means

I think I may have
found the murder weapon.

Hey, Donald,
look what I found.

Excuse me.

You think maybe now you
want to tell me the real story

behind your relationship
with Maggie Garret?

Well, as you can see, detective,
this is not a good time.

Right.

But unless you want me
to arrest you

in front of all these
nice people for her murder...

You'll make it
a good time.

This is insane!

Y-you find a broken
canoe paddle,

and somehow that
makes me a killer

because I broke
my hockey stick?

Things do tend to
snap in two around you,

don't they, Donald?

But you're right.

That would be insane...
If that was the only reason.

Like how long
you've actually known Maggie

and where and when
the two of you actually met.

What difference
does it make?!

Six months ago...
Since we started negotiating.

So does lying
make you a murderer?

Or is that insane, too?

You ever been to a strip club
called The Lumber Yard?

Not that I recall.

Want to
try that again?

This is a copy of

one of your past
credit-card statements.

See all these charges?

It's for a place called...
ooh!... The Lumber Yard.

So either you were
building a deck

or you were
buying lap dances.

And since you don't strike me
as a kind of hands-on guy,

I'm gonna go
with lap dances.

I don't remember every bar
I've ever been to, detective.

Uh,
strip club, Donald.

And the interesting thing
about this strip club

is that Maggie Garret
was working there

right about the same time period
as these credit-card receipts.

Yeah.

Okay. But I met
a lot of girls there.

I don't remember
meeting Maggie.

Uh, a lot of girls

that submitted their r�sum�
six times?

A lot of girls that you eventually
hired as an intern at your bank?

I don't think so.

I hire hundreds
of interns every year.

I certainly don't recall
meeting any of them.

But you did
meet Maggie.

In fact, you knew her
pretty well.

You knew she was
comfortable around nudity,

which would really come in handy
if you ever needed someone

on the inside
of a nudist colony

to help con them out
of those 30 acres

you needed so badly.

What you didn't expect

is for her to grow close
to the residents...

Giving her second thoughts
about convincing them

to make the sale.

She even gave Leslie
her file back,

so that Leslie could
keep the truth

about her drug arrest
a secret.

All that time, money,
and planning,

and Maggie just up
and torpedoed the whole thing.

So you killed her.

Okay, look...

I knew I'd have push-back
from Swann Lake about the deal.

So, yes, I gave Maggie a job
at my bank,

where she could become
part of the community

and then apply and move in
to the colony.

She'd come to New York
so we could discuss the progress

without anyone
at the colony overhearing.

Sometimes she'd call late
if she couldn't get away,

but that was it!

I did not
kill Maggie Garret!

Private visits, sneaking around,
late-night calls...

Sounds a lot like
an affair to me, Donald.

But it wasn't.

My relationship with Maggie
was all business.

Now, I admit
it might look like

there was something
going on between us,

but I swear to you
there wasn't.

And I didn't
kill Maggie Garret!

Now you just
get up and leave?

Maybe you didn't kill her,
Donald.

But you're definitely guilty
of corporate espionage.

Which means you can kiss
your condo development goodbye.

So Maggie's love
of Native American art

didn't stop
at just coffee-table books.

No, apparently
she loved the stuff...

Furniture, pottery...
You name it.

Great.

Can you get me
a shipping address?

You got it.

Hey, Phil.

Huh.

I was gonna ask her
to marry me.

Had it all planned out.

But then... I don't know.
Something didn't feel right.

She started acting funny.

She wasn't her usual open,
honest, funny self.

That's when you started
snooping into her life,

found out about
the New York visits,

the late-night
phone calls.

She was cheating on me.

I took her out to lunch

and tried to
talk to her about it.

She just got mad at me,
said I was crazy.

Said as much as she loved it
at Swann Lake...

She didn't
love me anymore.

She was leaving you.

For him... for that douche bag
Donald Glandon.

Maggie liked
Native American art,

didn't she, Phil?

I saw that book on Seminole Indians
at her house. She loved it.

She was always looking for
interesting pieces to decorate with.

Well, she found them.

Yeah, we checked her
credit-card receipts.

She bought
some furniture,

some pottery
at a Seminole reservation...

Had it shipped out of state
to an apartment

in La Jolla, California.

California?

Where she
signed a lease,

and where I'm guessing
she planned on starting over.

Which, I guess,

she may have felt
she needed to do

after throwing in
with a shark like Donald Glandon

and screwing you guys
out of your land.

But after spending time
at Swann lake,

getting to know everyone,
getting to know herself,

I'm guessing she realized
she wasn't a cutthroat,

money-hungry
captain of industry after all.

She wasn't leaving you
for someone else, Phil.

She was just leaving.

She wasn't
having an affair?

Oh, my God.

Oh, God.

Seriously,
a nudist colony.

Naturist resort,
thank you.

And I had no idea so many people
suffer from psoriasis.

Ah,
welcome to my world.

I assumed you got the fax, uh,
after I didn't hear from you.

Oh, yeah. It got here,
I just wasn't the one to get it.

Miranda just happened to be
at the fax machine

when it came in.

Oh,
that doesn't sound good.

No, actually, it was okay.
I thought she'd be mad.

But she admitted
that she'd forgotten her notes

during an interesting escapade
of her own.

Ooh! That sounds
a little like bonding.

Yeah,
she doesn't do that.

No, probably not.

I miss you.

Yeah,
I miss you, too.

No, I really miss you.

Uh...

And you have to go.

Yeah. Yeah, I'll, uh...
I'll call you back?

Sure.

I've got
one of those.

A girlfriend?

A long-distance
relationship.

Ah.

Yeah, they can be...
quite challenging.

Yeah. Yes, they can.

Yeah.

So, how's your
evaluation going?

You figure out yet

that the reason behind
our success is pure dumb luck?

I'm still looking into it,
actually.

But you know what?

The general consensus
seems to be

that you bring up
everybody's game a notch.

Oh, I'm sure that's not true.

Yeah, I didn't think so
at first, either.

But now
I'm not so sure.

So I may just have to
stick around for a while...

Ears to the ground,
eyes on you...

See just how it is
you do that.

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Aah! What...?

Walt, hang on. You're gonna
throw your back out.

Pull, ferg.
Pull!

Fisherman... hooked them.

I sent him home.

He was pretty rattled.

Caught them
on a parachute Adams.

They're tied up
like a pot roast.

Gunshot wounds
are in the chest.

Exit wounds are in the back,
through and through.

Likely no slugs.

Well-preserved...

Can't have been in this water
too long.

Oh, right.
Sheriff.

Since custer national forest
is right across the stream,

I gave a heads-up
to the ranger station.

I hope you don't mind.

I didn't tell them anything
about what happened, I swear.

I just wanted to
make sure... ferg.

Good job.

Morning, Eli.

Hey, Walt.

Man. Who are they?

Not sure.
There's no wallets or I.D.

On either one of the victims.

Is there anything I can do
to help?

This is the flat lip.
What's upriver?

Uh, swiftwater creek flows
right into the flat lip

about 5 klicks
north of here.

Klicks?

Yeah, you know,
klicks.

It's another word
for Miles.

Actually, uh,
klicks are kilometers.

It's army jargon.

You've seen too many
war movies, ferg.

Flat lip river runs right
through the res, doesn't it?

So these guys
could be Cheyenne.

Key card.

It's probably
from a motel.

Is there a name on it?

Well, that would make life
too easy, wouldn't it?

It's not for the ritz.
That's for damn sure.

Hold up.

National forest
across the stream.

Res upriver.
Who owns all this land?

You are tall!

Morning.

I'm sheriff longmire.

This is deputy moretti.

Oh.

Sorry, sorry.
I-I'm a little frazzled.

I just got into town.

Is this about the permits?

'Cause my contractor said
he got those permits.

I swear...
No... no, ma'am.

Please come in. I'm sorry.
Come in.

They're here somewhere.
This is not about permits.

Actually, it's a little more
serious than that.

We're investigating
a crime, miss...

Ambrose...
Lizzie ambrose.

We recovered two bodies on
your property this morning...

Took them out
of the creek.

Oh, that's awful.
That's... that's just awful.

What can I do to help?

Take a look at some photos
of the men we found.

Yeah, let me get my glasses.

We need to know
if you recognize them.

Sure. Let me see.

Oh.

Oh.

You sure you're okay?